The Works of Robert Burns: Correspondence with Mr. George Thomson, including poetry hitherto unpublishedT. Cadell and W. Davies, 1806 |
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Side x
... altered , XVIII . Mr. B. to Mr. T. " When wild war's dead- ly blast was blawn , " and " Meg o ' the ' Mill , " . XIX . Mr. B. to Mr. T. Voice of Coila — Criti- cism - Origin of " The lass o ' Patie's · Mill ' , " · XX . Mr. T. to Mr. B ...
... altered , XVIII . Mr. B. to Mr. T. " When wild war's dead- ly blast was blawn , " and " Meg o ' the ' Mill , " . XIX . Mr. B. to Mr. T. Voice of Coila — Criti- cism - Origin of " The lass o ' Patie's · Mill ' , " · XX . Mr. T. to Mr. B ...
Side xix
... a Gentleman whom he had offended 388 To Miss Jessy L To Mr. Mitchell To R. Graham , Esq . on receiving a favour Wandering Willie The same altered 381 386 400 · · 43 48 T INDEX INDEX TO THE POETRY , IN THE ALPHABETICAL ORDER OF INDEX . xix.
... a Gentleman whom he had offended 388 To Miss Jessy L To Mr. Mitchell To R. Graham , Esq . on receiving a favour Wandering Willie The same altered 381 386 400 · · 43 48 T INDEX INDEX TO THE POETRY , IN THE ALPHABETICAL ORDER OF INDEX . xix.
Side xxi
... altered , Here is the glen , and here the bower , Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear , Here where the Scottish Muse immortal lives , How can my poor heart be glad , · How cold is that bosom which folly once fired , How cruel are the ...
... altered , Here is the glen , and here the bower , Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear , Here where the Scottish Muse immortal lives , How can my poor heart be glad , · How cold is that bosom which folly once fired , How cruel are the ...
Side 4
... the business , if I am called on for my strictures and amend- ments - I say , amendments ; for I will not alter ex- cept where I myself at least think that I amend . As As to any remuneration , you may think my songs 4.
... the business , if I am called on for my strictures and amend- ments - I say , amendments ; for I will not alter ex- cept where I myself at least think that I amend . As As to any remuneration , you may think my songs 4.
Side 10
... to serve you with the same assi- duity . In the printed copy of my Nanie O , the name of the river is horridly prosaic . I will alter it , " Behind yon hills where Lugar flows . " Girvan is the name of the river that suits the Girvan 10.
... to serve you with the same assi- duity . In the printed copy of my Nanie O , the name of the river is horridly prosaic . I will alter it , " Behind yon hills where Lugar flows . " Girvan is the name of the river that suits the Girvan 10.
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ae night ain dear Allan Allan Ramsay alter anither auld lang syne ballad bard beautiful blythe bonnie Bonnie Dundee bosom braw BURNS Caledonia Cauld Kail charming Chloris CHORUS Coila Craigieburn Dainty Davie dear Sir dearie Duncan Gray Edinburgh English song English verses fair fancy fine air flowers frae Galla Water give glen hame heart Highland Mary Jeanie John Anderson lass lassie lea-rig Leiger lo'es Logan braes Lord Gregory lover mair maun melodies mend merit mony morning muse Museum Nancy Nanie ne'er never o'er Phillis Pindar pleased pleasure Pleyel poet poetry Rob Morris Robin Adair Saw ye Scots Scottish simmer singing stanza suit sung sweet taste thee thine THOMSON thro tune wander wee thing wild Willie young JESSIE
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Side 126 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow!
Side 331 - My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Side 17 - YE banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers. Your waters never drumlie! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O
Side 293 - Of a' the airts the wind can blaw I dearly like the West, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best : There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green, There's not a bonnie bird that sings But minds me o
Side 217 - He looks and laughs at a' that. A prince can mak a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that ; But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith he mauna fa' that ! For a
Side 122 - CHORUS. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine ; But we've wander'd mony a weary foot Sin auld lang syne.
Side 216 - Is there, for honest Poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
Side 343 - That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a...
Side 42 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw ; Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a', "Ye are na Mary Morison.
Side 302 - JOHN ANDERSON MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...